Waking up. Morning routines. Commute. Coffee breaks. Homework.
These are all ordinary things. None of which will ever be the topic of a Jerry Bruckheimer movie.
We all have ordinary routines strung throughout our days. And more often than not, they can grow redundant, monotonous, and just plain boring.
That’s why a lot of us turn to other vices in order to shake things up a bit.
Last night I was lucky to get off work early enough to make it home in time to watch the finale of The Office with Sarabeth. Ironically, it was the first time we’d ever seen our favorite show on NBC the night of its airing.
My mini-review of it is at the bottom of this post.
The last line of the show was Pam’s words: “There’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things.”
Sarabeth and I used to commute to work together, and though that got ordinary after a while, I still missed it when we no longer could do that.
When I took a job that required me to be there at 4 a.m., the first day I left was really sad for us because we could no longer have our routine breakfast together.
Our case study worker made her second visit night before last and she is going to recommend us for approval with the state! That doesn’t mean we’re approved yet, as they’re still waiting on some out-of-state paper work, but let’s just say we went ahead and ordered a pack-n-play and will be picking it up in a week or so!
But I am sure the novelty of having a child in the house will wear off at some point, and I’m sure I’ll grow tired of waking up every ten minutes to rock him or her back to sleep, and those things too, will become routine.
But may I heed the legacy that The Office left behind in our home, and remember that there’s a lot of beauty in ordinary things.
I’ve been trying to capture and remember those seemingly dull moments, because I know they won’t last.
Just this morning I found myself just standing outside the bathroom staring at our four year old puppy. She was just sitting there, staring back at me. It was dull and ordinary, but it was special. (Of course, Sarabeth had no idea what I was doing, so she ran over to give Pixie a hug and said I was just being weird, acting like a creeper/stalker… I captured that, too.)
So moral of the story is, people might think you’re weird, like pulling a George Banks at every sentimental or inconspicuous moment. But when you start shifting through memory lane down the end of your road, I doubt you’ll regret taking so many mental snapshots of your daily life.
NOW… about last night’s final episode: “Spoiler alert.”
All I can say is two words: Michael Scott.
He came back! Like a lost dog whom we’ve missed for so long. And it was perfect – absolutely perfect – that he only had two lines in the whole episode. It showed me that his character was so developed that even in his two year absence, he grew and matured. He no longer found his identity in front of the camera… He had matured and grew wiser in Colorado (our dream state) – and he has kids!!
As far as the rest of the episode goes, I think it went smoothly. It wasn’t quite Return of the King great, but as far as wrapping everything up and bringing each character to its closing, I felt like it was very satisfactory, and I was left with no questions.
Oh, and I’d like to point out the irony, that in yesterday’s blog post I mentioned how the finale would be like the actual burial of the show, and Dwight and Angela stood in their graves to be married. Thought that was kind of funny.
And I love that they danced to the Cars 2 theme song. With the exception of Brave, The Office has made a reference to every Pixar film. Yes, I’ve personally verified that myself.
All-in-all, Michael Scott’s two little lines cracked us up, and were funnier than the entire last season put together. But it was very well worth the wait.
Even as a writer, it’s not possible for me to put into words how much I will miss this show, and how happy I was to see Michael Scott one last time.